Fuzz X - OMS

I’m on my shit Niggas was sleeping
As if I really needed a reason
To jump in my bag And turn this shit up
As far as the money go I’m stacking it up
I will not show it Like the pistol I tot it
I come from the bottom I can not blow it
I don’t talk about it if I do not know it
My life like a movie Feel like somebody wrote it
This shit feel divine Prophet had spoke it
I can’t get no rest, The life of a Poet
Write shit this down, tell em quote it
Always hit the quota high Doja
Westside of the Motor forever heart
Fuck where I go that’s where it start
Right the road them summers was cold
The winters was colder the heat was the stove
Nah I’m on my shit!
I’m on my shit (I’m on my) I I
I’m on my (ay ay)
I’m on my I’m on my shit
I’m on my shit Niggas was sleeping
As if I really needed a reason
To jump in my bag And turn this shit up
As far as the money go (where it go) I’m stacking it up
I ain’t got the shirt on me but I’m feeling wealthy
I Been hitting the gym tryna get healthy
Granny in heaven... like Look at em at Go
Complements on my skin, cause they glow
Forever stay loyal that’s all that I know
If you down then down, 1st rule of the code
No some people that switched, I guess that’s the motion
But I do not trip, I’m just staying focused
Shit get deep as the ocean, but niggas can’t swim
But I don’t try to Judge cause I am not them
I Know I’m taking risk and I move on the whim
But I’m well calculated, so I’m on my shit
I’m on my shit (I’m on my) I I
I’m on my (ay ay)
I’m on my I’m on my shit

Written by:
Keith Whitley Jr.

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